The touch sent a ripple through her--goosebumps rising instantly in his wake. Her skin tingled where his fingers had passed. Her breath stammered. Her body felt remembered.
She hesitated. "Eventually."
He gave a soft grunt--something between a reply and a breath--but his fingers lingered for a second longer before dropping. Back to the fire. Back to the task.
But the warmth he left behind stayed.
She looked into the flame. But her thoughts wouldn't settle. She wanted to ask him if he'd been hard all night on purpose. If he'd felt her moving against him. If he'd waited for her to turn around, to take him.
If he was still waiting now.
She didn't ask.
She just stayed close. Let her thigh rest against his. Let the silence stretch.
And she ached.
The fire crackled low behind them as Ma
